Henry and I dyed eggs, which requires a lot of patience for a 2.5-year-old. We'd put a batch of eggs in the dye, run outside and plant some flowers, and come back in for another batch.
I love watching his little brain trying to figure out how to make his body work. Absolutely no coordination. Still so awkward at this age!
And Walter eventually woke up from his nap. This child has developed quite the temper, and will ensure all know when he's unhappy. Fortunately, he's unhappy very infrequently. But it has become more and more frequent around meal times that we get a solid temper tantrum in the high chair - it seems he may not enjoy being confined...
So I offer him the chance to participate in the fun...
He snatched it, grunted, and flung it to the floor.
Poor egg. [Note, the background noise for this photo is similar to 2 photos up - screaming, crying, full out temper tantrum.]
So to his walker he went, where no ankles were safe but the baby is content.
And Henry and I were able to complete the egg decorating with the fancy stickers that came with our kit.
Henry then remembered that one of his Easter books had stickers to decorate eggs. I've been finding stickers everywhere this week - on stuffed animals, shoes, the couch, carpet, etc. next year I think we'll get the kit with the wraps for the eggs. :)I love these hands - uncoordinated and all.
After bedtime, the Easter bunny was given the assignment to put the Ikea easel together.
If you've read my blog, you know about my serious love/hate relationship with Ikea. It's so affordable but the directions are SO ridiculous. I mean, what does the below even mean?!? The commentary from Paul was totally priceless, however.
But Paul got it put together pretty quick, and the baskets were set out before we collapsed into bed. And please note that while their baskets appear to be obscene, my kids get toys on 3 occasions each year: birthdays, Christmas, and Easter.
I would love to report what a smooth, wonderful Easter morning we had as a family. But that would be a fat lie. It was awful. Paul and I essentially threw the kids into their Sunday School classes and were relieved to fall into our seats in church. We managed to snap a few cute photos beforehand so we could at least pretend a few years from now that we had a perfect Easter morning.
Henry tried to be sweet and hold Walter's hand. Walter wanted none of it. I'm telling you - T.E.M.P.E.R.
Despite an awful Easter morning filled with temper tantrums and nagging and time outs, we had an absolutely fabulous day. Apparently, all the inner demons got worked out at church.
Just love these two.
And this guy was super excited about the sidewalk chalk that came in his basket. When I asked him to look up and say, "Cheese!", he did everything I asked except tear his eyes from the chalk.
And while it appears Walter was neglected as there are very few pictures of him, we are spending most of our time chasing him at the moment (with little ability to snap photos except when he's screaming in his high chair). He's always into something! And he also started walking on Sunday, so we've had a busy and treacherous week. He's got a matching set of bruises on his forehead, both from the corner of a toy box at school. I'm sure we'll have plenty of injury photos in the near future.
Happy Belated Easter, everyone!!!